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“Black Coffee, Babe!”   1 comment

It is inhumane, in my opinion, to force people who have a genuine medical need for coffee to wait in line behind people who apparently view it as some kind of recreational activity.

Dave Barry

These days, it seems, you gotta have something else besides just the coffee — you need a great coffeehouse to serve the brew up. And not just the coffee, but the ever-essential pastries and sandwiches and juices. I suspect (based on my reading; I’m not that old) that anyone who hung out in a Sixties beatnik coffeehouse, and then was dropped into a modern Starbucks, would shriek in horror, and demand that they immediately go back to serving just coffee, right that instant (no, not instant coffee), or she would explain to them the absurdity of all human activity, and let them struggle with the existential shock.

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Contact Sheet 68 — Dee Dee Deepdene   Leave a comment

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Your Words Are Meaningless II
Copyright 2019 by Dee Dee Deepdene; click on photo to go to the original

Dee Dee Deepdene is probably better known for her colorful erotica photographs; but she does do other work as well. Jemmy sent me the link to this piece … an excellent combination of pose, color and post work that simply has to be recognized.

Hey, Daddy!   2 comments

Hey, listen to my story ’bout a gal named Daisy Mae
Lazy Daisy Mae
Her disposition is rather sweet and charming
At times alarming, so they say
She has a man who’s tall dark handsome, large and strong
To whom she used to sing this song

Hey, Daddy
I want a diamond ring
Bracelets and everything
Daddy, you oughta get the best for me

Hey, Daddy, gee
Don’t I look great in sables?
Clothes with Paris labels?
Daddy, you oughta get the best for me

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Her Heart is Water   Leave a comment

Her heart is water, its own self its stay.
It will be fog or cloud or haze, or frail
Mists that wander after daylight pale.
It will be all things: the sea’s salty spray
White in the wind, cast fuming on a shore
Stone-desolate; a river’s liquid song;
A fountain wearing jewels for a throng
Of dancing waves; a pool forevermore
Quiet under leaves gold-rimmed, death-black;
A sea-mirror; or, made of sweet love dreaming,
A crystal well; a molten river gleaming
Under hot sun, flame following its track;
Falls rapids; wild water of storm and trouble;
Or, being quit of love, a gay bubble.

James J. Ryan, “Her Heart is Water.” Poetry Magazine vol. 33, no. 5 (February 1929), p. 240.

  • Skin: Fallen Gods Vanitas Electric, with Fallen Gods Discovery gold tattoo set on face and body
  • Head: LAQ Zahra 3.05 Bento
  • Full body: Maitreya Lara 4.1
  • Eyes: orbs of skies (Marketplace only)
  • Hair: Vanity Hair Little Lies (Music pack)
  • Dress: Fallen Gods Favorita (Teal)
  • Shoes: KC Couture Eliza
  • Jewelry: Right hand: Luminesse Ziella Tookha ring; Left hand: Chop Zuey Sea Pearls ring
  • Nails: Ascendant Golden Girl 03

Photographed at Thornfast region (Fantasy Faire 2019)

Moonlight   2 comments

There’s some interesting things at the current events and the Fantasy Faire, but I decided to dip into my back Inventory, and stumbled across this dress. Conan was kind enough to serve as mon bel amour for a shot (well, he does live in Québec), and here we are.

Moonlight becomes you
It goes with your hair
You certainly know
The right thing to wear

Moonlight becomes you
And I’m thrilled at the sight
And we could get
So romantic tonight

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Under the Tuscan Sun   Leave a comment

… Stone houses, terrace walls, city walls, streets. Plant any rose and you hit four or five big ones. All the Etruscan sarcophagi with likenesses of the dead carved on top in realistic, living poses must have come out of the most natural transference into death they could imagine. After lifetimes of dealing with stone, why not, in death, turn into it? …

Frances Mayes, Under the Tuscan Sun
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On Fantasy   Leave a comment

Though I’m not much of a Game of Thrones fan — I bogged down in the first book at page 25, and I don’t get HBO — I do enjoy some parts of it. (My favorites are Daenerys and Tyrion.) And I can appreciate the work and artistry in the goodies available at the Ice and Fire event, going on for one more week.

The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real … for a moment at least … that long magic moment before we wake.

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